Sevestapol scoffed, standing over a hunter’s dead body, holding the aforementioned Black Talon sword from before. She glared at the Hunter’s ghost as it came out. “Do NOT resurrect him just let...leave him dead for a few. He should learn his bloody lesson.” She growled softly before then turning to leave. “One job...YOU HAD ONE JOB AND YOU MESSED IT UP!” Sevestapol shouted as she walked away, enraged over the events. The person in question that the Drifter wanted was dead, killed by that said Hunter. She didn’t even care to learn his name before killing him, she was THAT furious. “Why do you think that...whoever the HVT was, was so important?” Her ghost asked, not really coming out per say, but asking through the coms in her helmet. Sevestapol sighed, putting away the sword and shaking her head along with sighing. “I don’t know...Drifter wanted them, and that NUMBSKULL messed it up by killing them. Never trust an imbecile invader to do a job like that. He should’ve just sent me...or that one ex-guardian he’s got running espionage type missions for him.” Sevestapol continued walking, pondering on WHY Drifter wanted whoever they were and specifically why he had her wrangle up a couple of random Gambit people to do it for him when she could’ve done it herself. “Well, It doesn’t matter anyway. Let’s keep moving ghost.” Sevestapol said bluntly as she then kept walking towards the Annex. Apparently the Drifter needed her for something? Whatever it was, she was hoping it’d involve her getting the job done.